Maybe it’s me… maybe it’s the GPS. Regardless, we just don’t get along, and we never have. I’m a paper person when it comes right down to it. I carry maps with me and spend my nights looking at possible routes, trying to gauge how long it’ll take, counting kilometres with a string. There’s something romantic about the whole process.
Perhaps my love of maps is in part because I’ve never enjoyed being told what to do. Having something lay out